Macbeth would be that royal fake
He didn't know what they had planned
They were the heart he was the hand
They'd make and break his bloody life
And take with him his lovel wife
Why they did it no one knows
But this is how their story goes.
One evil day upon the moor
Macbeth and Banquo came from war
The witches stopped them in their tracks
To put a blessing on their back
(A Witch's blessing, lot's o' luck!
Macbeth stop being such a shmuch!)
"Macbeth, we're deeply nuts," Banc thought
Macbeth just answered "No we're not"
With such possibilties on the scene
Macbeth contacted his soon-to-be queen
My dear, he wrote, we're on the move
If we're gonna do it we gotta be smooth
She read with wonder, her face went white
The king would have to die tonight
So Dunc came to dinner, the last of his life
But Mac didn't quite agree with his wife
So she changes his mind which is all well and good
(Well of course, she's a woman, you knew that she would)
So Kind Dunc was killed and his sons tosk the blame
Malcolm and Donalbain went down in flames
So Mac is now kind per the witches intent
And Macduff's on the scene with some anger to vent
Cause Macduff thinks Macbeth's just a little too sly
With an answer to every who what wen and why
Now the Macs go to Scone for their ceremony
But Macduff's bowin' out, somewhere he's gotta be
Macbeth's pretty pumped, being kind is a thrill
But now we speed up cause we're going downhill
So now Banc's gotta go cause of all that he's seen
And Fleance should follow but he fled the scene
So Mac at his party had the fright of his life
And who saves the day? Why his trusty ol' wife
So it's off to the witches for more precious advice
And the stuff that they show him is all mighty nice
No mother's son can put old Mac in pain
and only a forest can end his brief reign
Now that smart little wife has some problems in sleep
She's in over her head just a littel too deep
And she just gave up, yeah, you guessed it, she's dead
And Macbeth's not-quite-power has gone to his head
Now MacDucc and Malcolm have both reappeared
And Macbeth is just curin' those sisters of weird
Cause the forest is hikin' it up to the hill
Mal and Macduff movin' in for the kill
Mac says "What the hell, less they're born of their Dad"
(By this time I think that he's truely gone mad)
So up comes young Seward and Mac takes his life
Then Duff wants revenge for his kids and his wife
Macbeth says "Get lost, you can't hurt me you bum!
Of course, that's unless you weren't born of your Mum."
Macduff then replies "Hate to ruin perfection,
But I was born of Cesarien Section"
So out comes Duff's sword, Macbeth's world to shatter
And offers Mac's head to young Mal on a platter
So now Malcolm's got Scotland from ol' Mac the Grinch
I guess that's what you get for believeing a witch.